Something did change.
I feel the ice, the cold. Gradually it sets in on me.
My effort of trying to rebuild the wall slowly succeeds.
I let myself be a stranger, again.
It still hurts. I can still feel the pain.
I can almost taste the distance. The gap that I nurture.
I cannot let it flow when all I've done all of my life was frantically trying to find a lifeline, something to hold on to.
This is my way of trying to say, "I disagree."
I'm saddened by this change.
Sad. And lonely.
Picture of Hedy Lamarr was borrowed from here.